Bab 1784: Struggling for a Son

This was because in the short span of more than ten hours since he returned, the feeling of wanting to completely eliminate him from this place had intensified.

The entire house was filled with the scent of her living alone. If not for that dog, he would have seen some traces that belonged to him. Would the entire villa really belong to her in the future?

From slippers, toiletries, to cutlery…

As for why he remembered a plate so clearly?

He had to be clear.

Back then, she had prepared everything in this house. Everything was prepared in pairs.

The design was the same, the brand was the same, and the design was the same. Other than the difference in color or some small details, she could not tell if it was hers or his.

The plate she was holding had the same pattern as the one she was using now. He was blue and she was pink.